Saying this, she stood up, preparing to leave.
Mabel Doyle grabbed her purse, and upon rising, her dizziness worsened. She furrowed her brows, took a few steps forward, and found her legs weak, wobbling so much that she nearly stumbled.
"Take it slow!" Jane reacted quickly, supporting her just in time, so worried she said, "Sit down and rest a bit before you go. In this state, how can I feel assured letting you go back alone!?"
"It's nothing..." Mabel waved her hand, trying to break free, but Jane held on tightly and wouldn't let go at all.
"Mabel, listen to me, you can't leave now. Look at you, all wobbly, you can't possibly get home on your own!" She said anxiously, dragging Mabel back towards the dining table.
